Beyond the wildest reaches of my dreams
By the way of wings, temptation  finds me
Ignited passions expose primitive desires

Lips the color of subtle raspberries
Dripping like summer heat
A quenchless thirst builds

Stretched beyond my limits
Your eyes pierce me enigmatically
It is not for me to decide what is next

Poised and ready
I open my eyes
You were no more

1 comment:

cjn said...

Doesn't it stink that all the best stuff only happens in our dreams?